My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 13

So, he sat in a booth on the second floor, since the other three bouncers were downstairs, and he waited, and watched. The red lighting, the club's white pulsing light that joined it like a heartbeat, and the darkness of the second floor combined to create an atmosphere he could let his mind wander in. Processing everything that had happened was difficult, and he was worried about Fiona. But as much as the redhead was on his mind, the bigger thing on his mind was the werewolf thing.

Was he a werewolf? Not like he could ignore the dreams and hallucinations, couldn't ignore that the moon had spoken to him, told him to breathe. The moon was whole at first, but the subsequent dreams had shown him the gibbous moon, and those dreams had him out in the wild, howling, hunting. He'd been a wolf. A wolf. A fucking wolf.

Breathe. He just had to breathe.

Fiona said she saw something in him, and she knew about his dreams and shit. He'd love, just fucking love to chalk it up to bullshit, and dismiss everything, but the girl had turned out to be a literal monster. Why would a monster lie to him? Hell, the fact she was a monster meant her words had some credibility, a shit load of credibility, considering the topic. And fuck, that crocodile mouth vampire only had to say the word werewolf, and it clicked like someone turning on a light switch in his head.

Christ, his knee was killing him. If he was a werewolf, wouldn't that fucking heal or something? He assumed if he was a beast of legend, maybe he'd heal shit like—

"Eric!"

A young, bubbly voice yanked him out of his thoughts. Waving hands, bouncing red hair, and a green dress jumped up and down a few times from the stairway top, before running over to him, slipping into the booth with him, and hugging him. Hugging him full contact too, arms wrapping him and body snug to his. Soft.

"Fiona. You're alive."

"Well dinnae sound too excited." She rolled her eyes, and plomped down next to him, tight against his side. "Ugh, it got pretty bad after ye left. That... that Jeremiah beast, he managed to stab me, and Athalia. 'twas horrible! But Mark showed up eventually, and we managed to force them to retreat. Took him a while to show up though, and Athalia got hurt. She'll be fine though."

Athalia, right, the other monster, the one with the daughter. He almost brought it up, but if Fiona wasn't bringing up this daughter, he probably shouldn't either.

"... I am glad you're alive. Really." He tried to look sincere, or at least happy, but it just came off as fake. So he adopted his usual, dry face, and Fiona giggled as she smiled up at him.

"She is alive, thanks to you." Another voice from the stairway. Jessy was back, with Natasha too. Jessy was in a black dress that barely covered her skin, and Natasha was dressed a little more conservatively, a blue dress with a longer body. Why did this Natasha girl insist on coming, when it was obvious she didn't like the club atmosphere, even a relatively tame one like Bloodlust?

"Thanks to me?"

"She t-told us... that you... got her t-t-to the nightmare, when she was... shot." Natasha came up to the table and stood by its side, while Jessy slid into the booth, opposite of Fiona, trapping him. Jackass woman smiled every second she did too, and like Fiona, got snug against his side and pressed her breasts to his arm.

"A kine with some balls," Jessy said. "And hey, now you know about us vamps, and even the monsters. That makes you special, only human in the city not on a leash." She set one of her hands on his leg, and stroked the tender muscle. At least she was being softer than he expected of an aggressive woman like her.

"I understand that... the P-Prince has some ordered some... Invictus eyes here all the time now?"

"Yeah." Jessy looked around, tapped her chin a few times in thought, then nodded. "Oh, right, that's me tonight."

His life was, apparently, in the hands of a buffoon. Lovely. It had Fiona in giggles, and she reached out over him to poke at Jessy.

"I need a drink! And ye said we get the booth, Jessy?"

"Yeap."

"... Fiona, unless I'm mistaken, Jessy and Natasha aren't going to drink, and I'm working." Bloodlust wasn't New Vegas, people didn't come to the club to get bottle service, convince girls to sit with them, and waste their money on ludicrous expenditures, modern-day peacocking. People came to Bloodlust because, compared to other nightclubs, it was subdued, quiet, discrete. Hilarious in retrospect, but true. Bloodlust was a dark place, where people came to drink, do drugs, fuck, and do it all with plenty of elbowroom.

Now that he thought about it, Bloodlust was more a lounge pretending to be a nightclub, but it was a specific motif that attracted a certain clientele. And, as he looked at Natasha and Jessy, he smirked. Vampire. The motif was dark, slick, deceiving, sexy, and dangerous. Bloodlust was made with vampires in mind.

"Let the girl have some fun, Eric." Jessy shrugged, reached out across him to return Fiona's poke, and laughed. "Just tell the bartender that Jessy sent you and you can get whatever you want for free."

"Really?"

Oh good god he was going to get puked on before the night was done.

Fiona, giggling, hopped out of the booth, and ran downstairs. Only one waiter or waitress in Bloodlust usually; didn't fit the vibe to have more, he guessed. People tended to themselves, and they enjoyed their privacy. Semi privacy, considering it was still bright enough to see nearby booths, and the people in them, a little anyway.

"... now that I think about it, I have trouble imagining this place making a profit," he said.

Natasha chuckled, a couple squeaks almost lost in the repetitive heartbeat music. "It d-doesn't."

"No?"

"Nope." Jessy leaned back, folded one knee over the other in a very obvious manner, and winked at him. "Invictus keep this place running as a place for Kindred to feed."

"Kindred?"

"Our word for vampire."

Guess he was right on the money then. The club was made by vamps, for vamps. And he was a bouncer for a place that didn't need a bouncer, for a place concerned far more with creating dark corners for these creatures of the night to get their blood fix.

Sweet mother of fucking god, he was pulled into this crazy world before he ever even met Fiona.

"I'm g-going to go downstairs, Jessy, to talk to Ganders. P-Please be nice to Eric? He helped saved Jack, and—"

"I am going to be nice to him, in all the right ways." She winked again. Too many winks. Woman had seen far too many movies, nineties movies by the look of her hair, her dress, her attitude, everything.

But, she was gorgeous, no denying that. A little tall, the short blond hair, the built body, muscular and lean but still feminine, but at the same time with broad enough shoulders to show should could throw a mean punch. And she was rubbing his leg.

Natasha rolled her eyes, and walked back toward the stairs, dodging Fiona as the Scot came back up to join them, a bottle in hand. The redhead jumped back into the booth, and set the bottle down on the table. Vodka. He almost laughed. Shouldn't have expected something sweet with a swirly straw, but he did.

"Dinnae judge me!" She poured herself a shallow glass, and took a sip. "See, I can be sophisticated too."

Uh huh. His smirk, or smile, stuck to him and refused to go away, even as the girl frowned at him, all the while sliding in closer on the booth, and taking a proper gulp of the drink.

"You know," Jessy said, "this is a rare opportunity for us."

Eric raised a brow. "Is it?"

"Not for you, for me, and Fiona. You're the only human in the city that knows about us, who isn't one of our servants."

"What... does that mean for us?" Fiona said, a bit of coyness to her voice; she knew he wasn't human. And judging from what Jessy and Natasha had said, they didn't know he wasn't. It was their little secret then. Or, huge secret, that could get him into serious trouble if he didn't tell the vampires who now controlled his life.

Eh, he'd hold onto it, and see where this new life took him first.

"That means we can have some fun with him. Kindred manipulate kine all the time, but they're always oblivious to it. With Eric here, we can make him dance to our tune, and the best part it, he won't be oblivious to it."

"And... I'm supposed to just sit here, and be manipulated?"

"You are, if you don't want to wind up pissing off the vamps who have been so courteous as to leave you with your freewill intact." Her hand found his leg again, and then his crotch. "I don't think you'll mind the sort of fun I plan to have with you though."

Giggling all the more, Fiona took another gulp, and reached across with her other hand to slap Jessy's hand. Which made Eric wince, as impact against his crotch was never a welcome feeling. Both girls giggled.

"Sorry," Fiona said, and she raised her hand to rub his arm while the other got some more vodka into her. "Jessy, ye hae to be so aggressive, with sex and aw that?"

"Hell yeah. Besides, I took care of that Montoya business, told him to wipe Eric free of his debts and to leave him the fuck alone." Her hand raised, and she took his chin a bit to direct it toward her, and shake it lightly. "So now he owes me." Her dominant, assuming gestures would have been offensive, if the woman wasn't eye-fucking the shit out of him as she did them.

"You took of Montoya, just like that?" He snapped his fingers in front of him.

She mimicked him, snapping her fingers, and gave him yet another wink. "Just like that. Invictus own him. Hell, if there'd been a real problem, I could have paid him off anyway. Not like you owed him that much."

"... it's a lot, when you have nothing."

"Well, now you got something. Did the Invictus a favor, so we'll keep you here at Bloodlust, making decent money and access to all the pussy you could ever want."

Decent money, fucking hell. He was making great money now, and this woman was treating his new job like it was pennies. How fucking rich were these Invictus vamps?

"Somehow I doubt pussy is going to just walk up and—"

"Eric, really, you have got to get your head out of your ass. Ugh, the dark and brooding thing gets old after a while." Jessy put her hand back on his crotch, and began to rub, massage, and caress in a surprisingly perfect way, enough to send the signals to his body, and make his shaft start to harden.

Damn, his body was going to betray him that fast? Shit, maybe he did need this more than he thought.

"He does 'at a lot," Fiona said. Girl was already getting tipsy.

"So I've noticed. Eric, serious question, you want to have sex? With women?"

"... I do, yeah, but—"

"And do you want to have sex with me, right now?"

Ok, aggressive was not aggressive enough of a word for this woman.

"... you are... attractive, and... I mean, I'd be lying if I said—"

"Good. So, servant boy, you are going to get a fair dose of pussy right now, and I'm sure plenty more in the future. Mine, and others."

He gulped, and blinked several times at the blond next to him. Girl wasn't blushing, hell she didn't even flinch, or break eye contact as she met his stunned gaze. She batted her eyelashes a few times in ridiculous flirtation, and continued to rub his crotch until the hardness of his erection grew uncomfortable in his pants. Her abrasiveness and honesty was damn refreshing, and he had to admit, a real turn on.

"... ok, what do I—"

"Do absolutely nothing, just sit there and let us girls show you a good time. I've been a vamp for over half a century, and I can promise you, you ain't fucked until you've fucked an older woman." The grinning beast hiked up her skirt, and slid off the thong. She tossed it to Fiona, who giggled, already getting drunk and teetering a little, before she put it in Jessy's purse on the table.

He gulped again, and waited. Part of him was a little afraid, as he realized this woman must have been at least seventy years old. Holy shit.

"Ever wonder why these booth seats are so damn huge?" Jessy said.

"... figured it was to give the place a bigger-than-life feel."

"Maybe that too, but I was here when the old shit in here was taken out, and Bloodlust put in. Sex was the name of the game, and you can't fuck in a tiny booth. Now, no more talking while I have some fun."

He'd expected the brute of a woman to start mindlessly rubbing and really trying to be sexy without knowing how to be graceful or precise with her movements. He was wrong. He wasn't dealing with some young woman who had a bit of a power trip, he was dealing with an older woman who just happened to look like a younger woman, who had a bit of a power trip. She knew exactly what she was doing, and her hand rubbed up against his crotch in angles toward its base that quickly had his breathing shortened.

Pulsing blood flowed into his crotch, and he looked down to watch as the shape of his erection started to show against his pants.

"If I was a Daeva or Ventrue, I could snap my fingers and have some chick over here sucking you off in seconds. Not really a Gangrel's thing. Wouldn't want it to be. We like to get our hands dirty, sink our teeth in, get sweaty." She chuckled, and leaned in closer to put a playful bite long his jawline. "Well, sweaty when we're blushing life anyway."

"Think Julias does 'at wi' Beatrice?" Fiona said. Despite the blushing she was radiating, she didn't move further away. If anything, she was getting in closer, pressing her body against his other leg, and a moment later she turned toward him enough that she put a hand on his leg. Every bit of her smelled of arousal.

"I know he does. Hell I've seen the two of them with a woman kine now and then, Kissing them in here, fingering her or having her pleasure the two of them under the table." Jessy laughed, loudly, not a care in the world for the nearby booths where some people were starting to glance their way. 'The bouncer getting it on with one of the customers?' they were probably thinking.

Eric was powerless to stop his present circumstance. And, maybe for once in his life, that was a good thing. Just lean back, relax, and have sex with the beautiful woman who's done nothing but favors for you. She's not Sheryl, she's not deceiving you; manipulating you sure, but all her manipulations were laid bare for him to see and evaluate. No lies here, just a hot girl taking advantage of you in a way you can't really say you dislike. If Fiona had protested, he'd have protested too, but a glance down to the small girl beside him showed the opposite. Girl was terribly horny, her heavy breasts pushing her hard nipples against her dress, and her hand on his leg unable to hold still, stroking his thigh slowly.

She stopped stroking, and stared, as Jessy undid his shirt buttons to expose his abs and chest, then undid his pants, and pulled out his shaft. Damn woman winked at Fiona, and gave his hard length a few strokes. Eric had to fight the reflex to cover up, being in a public place, but Jessy's grip and hungry eyes forced him to hold still.

Fiona stared at his member, and licked her lips. But when she tried to say something, she just let her mouth open, slightly parted, and watched the vampire stroke him.

"Slide forward." The vampire woman climbed up onto his lap, and put her weight down against the booth with her knees.

He gulped, and slid forward half a foot. The booths were plenty big for it, and he had to admit, it was a more comfortable way to lean back and relax against the back of the seat.

"You're a damn handsome man, Eric." Jessy lowered herself down, spreading her legs out a bit more, and a bit more, until the smooth lips of her pussy brushed against the underside of his cock. Wet. God damn. "I look forward to our continued partnership."

"Hey, he's nae thraw." Fiona frowned up at Jessy, but frown melted away as the girl stared at Jessy's slit, at where the girl's pink flesh was spreading further and further apart as she sank her weight down onto Eric.

"Yeah, no thrall. I'll keep him vitae-free, s'long as you keep him on a leash, girl."

"... ah... aye... ok." Fiona stopped moving, stopped responding, and stared on as the vampire started to shift her hips back and forth.

So. Fucking. Warm. Wet warmth started to coat his cock, and a small groan escaped him as he melted into the booth while the beautiful, deadly creature grinned down at him.

"Since you know about Kindred, I don't need to give you any BS about going bareback." She slid her hips forward, pressed the opening of her pussy against the head of his cock, and then slid herself back down until her wet lips were snug against where his cock met his testicles. Not penetrating, not yet, girl wanted to tease him apparently, and rub her swollen clit up and down the underside of his length.

He was about to fuck a vampire. Or rather, get fucked by a vampire. He gulped again, and blinked a few times up at the creature as she grinned down at him, her grip on his shoulders and her legs tight around his. Five minutes in and she was wet enough to coat him, for him to feel her hot juices start to trickle down his length and get onto his abs and testicles. Girl really got off on being in charge.

"Fiona, hold him up for me would you?"

"W-What?"

Jessy laughed, winked, and raised her hips. "Come on, it's fun. Take his cock in your hand, and point it up for me."

Eric almost said don't, like maybe it'd have been the nice thing to do, to defend Fiona from this girl's ridiculous request. But, he didn't. Maybe he realized Fiona had wanted to explore her own sexual side more, or maybe he was just a man and couldn't deny how hot it'd be to have the beautiful little redhead next to him get involved in like that.

Her shock and surprise turned into a giggle, a very drunk giggle, and with a shaky hand, she reached out and took his shaft into her grip.

"Oh... warm..." She offered him a few, testing squeezes, and bit her bottom lip as she shifted her hand up and down the base of his length. "An' wet."

"I'm dying here," Jessy said. "Come on."

More giggles. Fiona squeezed him a few more times, gentle, and tilted his cock back and forth along his abs. Like a cat playing with a toy. Or a drunk girl playing with one. But, after yet a few more giggles, she solidified her grip, and kept his cock pointed upright.

Jessy laughed too; the Scot's joy was contagious. Hell, just having the redhead next to him, leaning in, snug to Jessy's leg, and smiling at him, was making him smile back. Smile turned into a soft moan as his eyes came back to his cock, and watched the vampire begin to sink herself down onto him.

Tight, wet, hot flesh coated him all the more, and he struggled to keep his eyes open as the woman devoured him. She danced a little, swayed her hips from side to side, made each inch send sparks of pleasure down his length as her squeezing insides massaged his glans. Purposeful squeezes, muscles clamping down in spurts, milking him as she worked inch after inch into her.

When her lips found the base of his length, she let out a long sigh, and ran a finger down his cheek.

"I can tell just by looking at you that it's been a while." She reached up to one of her shoulders, and eased off the strap. Then the other, easing the strap off until both were falling down her strong arms. She slipped out of them, let them fall off her hands, and she smirked at him as the dress turned into nothing more than a belt around her waist.

Eric gulped, stared, and nodded. Been a while, yeah, and his eyes were locked on the beauty of the creature like an awestruck kid. Jessy was strong and built like Beatrice, but a little taller with a little more muscle to go with. A lean, strong body, muscle, a hard, flat stomach, and somewhat large breasts that almost looked odd on her muscular body. Odd, but beautiful, and the vampire winked at him as she brought a hand up to one of those breasts, and began to cup and massage it in a slow, teasing dance.